Refuge

Why do I feel so broken like my heart is shattered Why do I feel so torn ripped and battered? I tremble in fear as adrenilane courses through my veigns when I squint my eyes I can barely see through the rain There must be a light I'm reaching, grabbing for some kind of answer There's gotta be something more The answer was tacked on a cross a long while ago suffering for you and me so refuge is aglow

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